You may have forgotten
All the words I have spoken
All the prayers that I once said
May have been destined to be waste.
I have protests to make
Tears to shed
Blood to bleed.
But I swallow my words
Dry my eyes and pause my heart…
All with a hope that you are free from all my grumbles and all my rumbles.
But some fine day,
A few forgotten emotions comes knocking at my doors
My resolve breaks and my walls crumble..
And I ask myself why do I wish to swim like a fish and fly like a bird
When all I can do it walk like a man and cry like a woman…